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@agustdae
i could say the same about you. at least people know i'm alive! where the hell have you been?
feels like you throw your phone in the han. been in the studio and at home. our paths haven't synced up, hm. plus, if i weren't alive you'd have written some epic poetry about me by now so everyone is being dramatic.
you really should've joined us hyung! especially since you were already watching. have you seen the amount of people that think you've gone deep underground?
deep underground? like i've passed away? i've just been keeping offline. working. enjoying time with you guys, yknow.
@kmnamjoons
finding you in your studio seems quicker than texting. got some time for your best friend?
@prkjiimin
looked like you and taehyung had a nice live. international-thirty is treating you well. i should've popped in to say hi since everyone thinks i'm missing.
his pout deepens, limbs tightening around his husband till he's sure the other man can't breath. "let go? you want me to let go? first you don't kiss me and now this ..." he huffs — a little puff of breath pushing his bangs up and out of his face. his eyes slowly slip shut, comfortably wrapped around his husband till the warmth begins to pull away from him. he attempts a loud whine, narrowing his eyes at yoongi's words. "i better be all yours," he mumbles, taking the mug from his hands with a grin and a thank you. he takes a few sips, humming happily before setting it down on the side-table. "yeah? are you sure hyung? we can rest if you're tired. if you're feeling up to it we can do some shopping and get food somewhere nice? i have a list." he pulls out his phone, scrolling through the notes he'd saved on newer places they still hadn't visited. "or we can go to that sushi restaurant you liked last time?"
Yoongi smiles with quiet amusement, sitting back next to Jimin. He hums in agreement. “Yeah, I’d like to spend the day with you. I won’t push myself. If I start feeling bad, I’ll let you know right away, okay?” He presses a small kiss to his shoulder before resting his head. Hopefully that would be enough to calm his worries. Leave it up to his husband to make a list for them, especially with their limited time together. “We could do a little of both? You go wash up and we can head out.” He picks his head up before either of them can get too comfortable and end up back in the cozy bed.
(2/∞) favorite yoongi smiles
his sleep addled frown deepens at the kiss pressed onto his forehead, jutting his chin forward in a silent ask for another kiss. jimin closes his fingers around yoongi's hand, yawning simultaneously. "how do you feel hyung? better? you look better." the urge to pull the older man into the warmth of their covers is overwhelming, but he resists, tightening his old on his hand instead.
with great effort he eventually pushes the comforter off himself, scooting forward to wrap all his limbs around his husband. his chin rests on yoongi's shoulder, pressing a kiss into his cheek with another suppressed yawn. "do i smell coffee?" he mumbles, sniffing the air with exaggeration. it's easy to fall into comfortable patterns when they're together. it almost entirely escapes his mind that they have limited time to spend.
He presses another kiss to Jimin’s cheek, a minor compromise to avoid getting him sick. He hums, brushing a few hairs from his husband's face. “Better. Don’t think it’s all the way there, but definitely better.” There’s only a slight scratch to his voice compared to the other night. The corner of his lips inch up in a smile as Jimin does his best to wake up further. It warms his heart knowing he switches up his sleep schedule to be here with him. “You do, but you’ll have to let go so I can get you a cup.” Which only results in them sitting a bit longer tucked close together. Not that he’s complaining. Even with a set of plans today, he’d be content to lie here all day with Jimin.
Yoongi manages to wiggle free before Jimin can be tempted to fall back asleep. “No pouts,” he says, holding out a warm mug of coffee. “‘m all yours.” Today and every day. But, especially today since there’s no performance. “Still thinking about the private onsen? Maybe we can sneak into town and walk around too.”
To my sun, happy birthday! I thought I'd be welcoming you to club thirty, but since our age law changed I guess you've got another year. If our days apart have shown me anything it's that I'm so grateful to have you in my life. Through the lows, you've become a guiding light. Here's to many more birthdays together, love.
Sending all my love, Your moon
a scrapbook of different marriage certificates? in from every country? we have to collect them all hyung .. this can be our next project! a homemade min yoongi one is even more special, i expect it the second i come home for my next visit. better get to work. no ... it's not the same. i need the real you here with me. did you really? send pictures!!! did you get outfits for the babies too? i wanna see!
i don't think they'd be valid in every country. so we might have to get symbolic ones. the second you come visit? you don't want to see me first? or get your cuddles? mm, you think you'll get your birthday off? okay, i'll send some. i did get some cat costumes, a witch hat and a halo.
why not? what if i want one marriage certificate for every year? you do? hyungggg don't make me miss you even more. what if i cry? then kookie will cry too.
every year hmm, we'd have a whole book once we're old and grey. what if i make you a homemade min yoongi one? don't cry. if you close your eyes it's like i'm right there with you. i did some minor autumn decorating. i thought you'd like it.
sure, i'll marry you again. in a heartbeat. although, not sure if we can have more than one marriage certificate. i've got your rings all polished.
can i take a cat nap if i'm a chick? does that work? of course our memories stay in tact hyung!! you're saying you won't still love me if they don't?
if you nap with me it can count as a cat-nap. can you spoon if you're a chick though? mmm, i think in my soul i'd still know it's you. i'd love you whether we're people in this life or rocks in the next.
hyung, what would you do if you woke up one day as a cat and i woke up as a chick?
maybe take a nap. cat naps look cozy. assuming our human memories stay in tact, i'd still love you. we'd be a cute cat-chick couple.
he wakes up with a groan, feeling around the sheets for his phone which was blaring his alarm. he goes to hit snooze, eyes half open, when he remembers where he is. he sits up with even more surprise when he notices his bed is empty. it takes a moment for his groggy eyes to adjust to the light filtering into the room, landing on his husband's figure by the window. he smiles immediately, whining with his arms outstretched. "why are you so far?" he pouts, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes to rub the sleep out of them. he reaches for his glasses beside him, slipping them on to see yoongi better. "look! i woke up before four." he grins again, making grabby motions with his hands. he might be awake, but he's definitely nowhere near ready to get out of bed.
A loud alarm snaps him from his bubble of thoughts—introspection inked onto paper. His husband doesn’t normally russle awake so early. The alarm only makes it through maybe two rounds of grating bells before his husband is sitting up. A small chuckle escapes his growing grin. Jimin always looks adorable when he wakes up, hair disheveled and sleep still lingering in his movements. Yoongi sets his journal on the side table and shuffles over to the bed. As much of a puppy personality his partner radiates, he looks similar to their cats asking for pets. He sits by Jimin’s side and presses a quick kiss to his forehead. It should be safe enough after the rest he got last night. “Morning. You know I would’ve let you sleep more,” he softly says, reaching for one of his hands.
"you would let me drown?!" he feigns offence, swatting at yoongi's arm with little to no strength. he misses this the most when his husband isn't around — their pointless bickering, the pretty glint in yoongi's eyes whenever he teases him. its the same kind of warm, fuzzy feeling he gets when his arms are wrapped around his husband. unmoving, stuck to him like a koala. "mhmm," he hums in place of a response, planting his chin on yoongi's shoulder and letting him guide them back towards the bed. "you wanna finish the movie till you fall asleep?" he barely lets go even while yoongi tries to settle into bed, whining wordlessly when he's made to let go so they can get under the covers. he grabs the remote with one hand, the other winding back around his husband. "i really just wanna follow you around for the rest of your tour. can't i just quit my job? only for a little bit," he giggles, pressing a kiss onto yoongi's cheek.
Yoongi sinks back into the pillow, humming in return. The movie is more for Jimin than himself as his eyelids already start to fall shut. He smiles with silent amusement. “You could, but you’d miss it.” Jimin is made for the stage, for performance and music, as much as Yoongi is. It’s an irreplaceable feeling getting up on stage to share the music you’ve tired hours over. He wants to kiss him back, but settles for his husband simply being here.
He wakes up first, as expected. He untucks his hands, and rubs at his eyes. The absence of warmth at his back tells him they wiggled apart during the night. He looks over to confirm Jimin stole most of the covers. He presses a soft kiss to his moon tattoo. Yoongi slips out of bed, careful not to wake Jimin. He takes care of his morning routine, already feeling better than when he went to bed. He pulls a chair closer to the window, deciding to journal in the morning light.
"why when it's out? you have husband privileges, baby. you can watch it whenever you want," he grins, ruffling yoongi's hair. he senses yoongi's intent, ready to jump into bed and wrap his arms around him. the older man slips out before he can even finish the thought, his lips forming into a pout. he glances at his watch at his question, humming lightly. "probably not. but that's okay hyung, i'll still get into bed with you." he stretches, looking around the room. his eyes land on the massive amount of uneaten food, frowning lightly. picking up the used dishes and placing them on the coffee table, he covers the rest under the silver cloches. "get ready for bed, i'll be right back," he calls out, wheeling the trolley to the hallway outside and flagging down one of yoongi's security people. he hands them the rest of the food, requesting them to share it amongst them and the staff before making his way back into the room. he wanders into the bathroom in search of yoongi, winding his arms around his waist, chin placed on his shoulder in front of the offensively large mirror on top of the sink. "i missed you so much, you know." he kisses his cheek, glancing at the image of them together on the reflective surface.
It’s tricky syncing their sleep schedules, which don’t really line up unless they’re touring or working on the same album. They’ve found a rhythm to it at home with little notes left around the house and Yoongi leaving food for Jimin to wake up to. There’s still a couple solid hours they both end up cuddled together under the covers. Plenty of days Yoongi’s stuck to the bed just so they could wake up together. “Mm, if you can sleep a little it’ll be good. Don’t want you falling asleep in the onsen and drowning,” he teases, shuffling into the bathroom. Yoongi’s patting his cheeks dry when Jimin’s arms wrap around him. His nose scrunches, a smile playing at his lips. “Missed you too…” He only gives their reflection a quick glance before grabbing his toothbrush. “Are we going to waddle back to the bed?” Even while leaning down to rinse his mouth Jimin didn’t let go. He contemplates wiggling around for a kiss, if only to be stopped by the tickle in his throat. Waddling it is. Yoongi chuckles, tugging Jimin with him.
❝Age and gender, nationality and religion, what language you use - all of that isn’t important to me❞ - MIN YOONGI
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIN YOONGI! March 9th, 1993 (cr. @jung-koook, namuspromised)
